Stiles is glad that the repair shift is pretty much over by the time he hears that a freakin' shuttle exploded on the way over. The same kind of shuttle that he had arrived on, which just made him feel vaguely sick.

He goes to the landing pad because he knows Lydia will probably end up over there, working at the clinic - even if he's cheesed she just went back to work like she didn't spend nearly a week in some stranger's apartment unconscious.

And also, he holds out a vague hope that sometimes he might run into someone he knows. He's not naming names, but he can hope, right?

Except this time, shoving through the aliens and giving the even-more-cranky-than-usual Batarians a wide berth, he spots a familiar head of hair. And shirt, because he remembers that shirt.

"Scott?" He says, partly to himself, and then, heart beating in his chest faster, getting a little excited and pushing towards the figure, "Scott!"

That has to be his best friend - he'd recognize him anywhere.